for the workforce, drowning.
understand.
passion.
God.
perspectives.
restraint.
connect.renewal.
awake!this is an old song. it's still great. i'll end this post here.Falling from the top floor your lungs
fill like parachutes
the windows go rushing by.
the people inside they're
dressed for the funeral in black and white.
These ties strangle our necks,
hanging in the closet,
filed in the cubicle;
without a name, just numbers,
on the resume stored in the mainframe,
marked for delete.save our ship
the anchor is part of the desk
we can't cut free,
the water is flooding the decks
the memos sent through the currents
computers spark like flares
i can see them.
they don't touch me, touch me.
please someone,
teach me how to swim.
please, don't let me drown,
please, don't let me drown.
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